Roommates

The bustling energy of Penn State University swirled around me, a stark contrast to the quiet tears I'd shed on the drive here. I adjusted the white sweater with black dots on my arm sleeves, a small comfort in the overwhelming newness.
"McKenzie Paul," I stated to the front counter attendant, my voice steadier than I felt. My schedule and dorm key were handed over, solidifying this new chapter. My phone buzzed with a group text from my friends, their playful banter a familiar anchor in the storm of my emotions.
Distracted, I walked with my head down, engrossed in the screen, until a sudden, jarring collision. I tumbled to the ground, the impact rattling my teeth.
"Watch where you're going, dumbass!" I snapped, rubbing my sore rear as I scrambled to my feet. A strong male voice, apologetic yet with an undertone of amusement, responded. My gaze flickered to the dorm room number beside us, and a wave of realization, mixed with mortification, washed over me. This was my room.